Roger hurried back to Arslan College, came to the repair office, and prepared to discuss the fruits of Jiancheng with Old Jack.

At this time, he had taken off his cloak and was wearing a slightly old shirt.

Old Jack was sitting on the lounge chair in front of his house, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, drinking leisurely.

"Old Jack, I have something to come to you." Roger walked to him and said.

Old Jack had already told him not to call him master in front of others, so Roger did not call him master.

Old Jack had two drunken red pieces on his face, and he was already slightly drunk.

Hearing Roger's voice, he opened his squinting eyes.

"Roger, come in with me." Old Jack stood up and said to Roger.

Roger followed him and walked in.

Old Jack quietly closed the door and turned on the lights in the room. The dim light made the room light up a little.

"What's the matter?" said Old Jack.

Roger took out the fruit of Jiancheng from his backpack behind him.

Old Jack rubbed his eyes, picked up the fruit of Jiancheng carefully, and said, "Is this the fruit of Jiancheng that is human?"

"Yes, that's right, Master, I wonder if you can let the items eat the fruits of Jiancheng, such as bracelets, so that you can create a storage space." Roger said.

Old Jack touched his chin beard and said, "Let the dead eat the devil fruit. This example has not been seen before. I'll try it to see if I can eat the ring or bracelet. If it succeeds, I'll inform you again."

"OK."

"Old Jack, someone is looking for you, business is coming!" Suddenly a voice rang outside.

Old Jack hurriedly collected the fruits of Jiancheng and walked out with Roger.

"What's wrong? Who's looking for me?" Old Jack asked.

The man who just called out pointed at a man of medium shape and said, "That's it. He wants to ask you to repair his mecha."

The man said to Old Jack with a arrogant look on his face, "I heard that you have the best skills here. Show me my mecha and help me get the best. Your money will be indispensable."

Old Jack was very unhappy with him instructing others, but in his professional spirit, he still carefully checked the mecha carefully.

"No big problem, it's just that the engine is not good, just change the engine." Old Jack clapped his hands and said.

The man's face changed and he said, "Impossible, the power part of this mecha is seriously damaged, and it is definitely not just an engine problem!"

Hearing his doubts, Old Jack was very unhappy. He said, "Are you a mechanic or I a mechanic? I said no problem, it's no problem."

"You are talking about impossible!" the man said loudly.

"You are talking about impossible things. You can only talk big. If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand!" Old Jack yelled at him.

"Are you insulting me?" the man said angrily.

"I just heard enough of your big talk. If you have the ability, show it, instead of just talking big talk, can you try it out? "Old Jack said disdainfully.

In an instant, everyone seemed to hear the sound of blood pulling away from the man's thin face, and the following scene completely out of everyone's imagination.

The young man's eyes suddenly lost focus, and his expression of embarrassment and fear spread across his face. His nostrils bulged, his mouth twisted into a quadrilateral, he raised his hands to cover his face, and separated Old Jack's gaze. A second later, a sound that was neither panting nor screaming.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the man's body fell to the ground in an instant.

"Go and find a doctor!" said an officer who followed the man.

The two officers hurried to find the doctor. After a few minutes, a doctor rushed over.

After showing the man a little, several officers were asked to carry them onto a stretcher and leave.

"Doctor, what's wrong with him?" Roger couldn't help asking.

"This is neuroblindness caused by converting hysteria," the doctor said.

"hysteria?"

"Yes, the abnormal excitement caused by frustration paralyzes the optic nerve for a moment. The vision can be restored in fifteen minutes, but it may develop countless times in the future. The cause is mental. If the root cause is not removed..."

"What should I do?" Roger continued.

"You can't go against him, you can't give him a sense of frustration or failure. Everyone has to follow him, and everything must be done according to his ideas."

"Are you serious, doctor?"

"This is a symptom that children with excessive indulgence and self-consciousness sometimes have. Good or bad is not the problem. The focus is to satisfy their self and **. Therefore, someone needs to apologize to him, not only that, but also help him and make him a person praise, so that he can get rid of his roots."

Roger and everyone couldn't help but laugh. It was the first time I heard of such a disease, I really didn't expect it.

Old Jack laughed contemptuously and said, "I really don't know how such a person sneaked into the United Fleet. The United Fleet is getting worse and worse."

Old Jack left, and everyone left.

Roger returned to his room. Although he had entered Class S, he refused the college's suggestion that he wanted him to live in the dormitory.

Roger took down the three knives hanging on the wall, gently wiped the Emperor's Sword, and then inserted it on his back.

Two long swords Zolferca and Dawn hung around their waists, and Roger once again became the swordsman who looked down on everything!

However, his physical fitness and physical skills have been greatly improved compared to before.

Roger walked aimlessly in the academy. Such a big academy was enough for him to spend his time.

Tired of walking, Roger sat down on a bench.

He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Roger, but I haven't seen you for a long time?" Suddenly a voice rang.

Roger raised his head in surprise and looked at the person who came. A rough face came into his eyes, "Rober, why are you?" Roger said.

The person who came was Robert, who was the crazy sword he had with Roger at the college half a year ago.

"Since that battle, I have been obsessed with your swordsmanship. I wanted to continue discussing swordsmanship with you, but I didn't expect you to suddenly lose the news. Today I met you by chance. Where have you been in the past six months?"

Roger naturally would not say that he had been injected with a physical failure agent. He smiled and didn't say anything.

Robert knew that he didn't want to say it, so he didn't force it.

Robert continued, "Our Kendo Club held a kendo exchange meeting. It's just tonight. How about it? Are you interested in going to see me?" Robert invited.

Roger thought that he had nothing to do anyway, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

The two left immediately.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!